Biography:
John Charles McDermott is a Scottish-Canadian tenor best known for his rendition of Danny Boy. Born in Glasgow, Scotland on March 25, 1955, John moved with his family to Willowdale, Ontario, Canada in 1965. Growing up in a musical family, his only formal musical training was at St. Michael's Choir School in Toronto, Ontario in 1971 and 1972.
After singing at weddings for a few years, he joined with several other choristers to form a group named The Mistletones in 1980.
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Green Hills of Tyrol - John McDermott
Intro: Am7 G7 F C
G7 C G7 C Am7 G7 F C
There was a soldier, a Scottish soldier, who wandered far away and soldiered far away.
G7 C G7 C Am7 G7 F C
There was none bolder, with good broad shoulders, he fought in many a fray, and fought and won.
G7 C G7 C Am7 G7 F C
He's seen the glory, he's told the story, of battles glorious, and deeds victorious,
G7 C G7 C Am7 G7 F C
But now he's sighing, his heart is crying, to leave those green fields of Tyrol.
F C A7 Dm G7 C
Because those green fields are not high-land hills, or the island hills, they're not my land's hills,
F C A7 Dm G7 C
And fair as these green foreign hills may be, they are not the hills of home.
G7 C G7 C Am7 G7 F C
And now this soldier, this Scottish soldier, who wandered far away and soldiered far away,
G7 C G7 C Am7 G7 F C
Sees leaves are falling and death is calling, and he will fade away, on that dark land.
G7 C G7 C Am7 G7 F C
He called his piper, his trusty piper, and bade him sound a lay, a pi-broach sad to play,
G7 C G7 C Am7 G7 F C
Upon a hillside a Scottish hillside, not on those green hills, of Tyrol.
F C A7 Dm G7 C
Because those green fields are not high-land hills, or the island hills, they're not my land's hills,
F C A7 Dm G7 C G7 C G7
And fair as these, green foreign hills may be, they are not the hills of home.
G7 C G7 C Am7 G7 F C
And now this soldier, this Scottish soldier, who wanders far no more and soldiers far no more,
G7 C G7 C Am7 G7 F C
Now on a hillside, a Scottish hillside, you'll see a piper play, this soldier home.
G7 C G7 C Am7 G7 F C
He's seen the glory, he's told the story, of battles, glorious and deeds victorious,
G7 C G7 C Am7 G7 F C
But he will cease now, he is at peace now, far from these green, hills of Tyrol.
F C A7 Dm G7 C
Because those green fields are not high-land hills, or the island hills, they're not my land's hills,
F C A7 Dm G7 C G7 C G7
And fair as these, green foreign hills may be, they are not the hills of home.
Intro: Am7 G7 F C
G7 C G7 C Am7 G7 F C
There was a soldier, a Scottish soldier, who wandered far away and soldiered far away.
G7 C G7 C Am7 G7 F C
There was none bolder, with good broad shoulders, he fought in many a fray, and fought and won.
G7 C G7 C Am7 G7 F C
He's seen the glory, he's told the story, of battles glorious, and deeds victorious,
G7 C G7 C Am7 G7 F C
But now he's sighing, his heart is crying, to leave those green fields of Tyrol.
F C A7 Dm G7 C
Because those green fields are not high-land hills, or the island hills, they're not my land's hills,
F C A7 Dm G7 C
And fair as these green foreign hills may be, they are not the hills of home.
G7 C G7 C Am7 G7 F C
And now this soldier, this Scottish soldier, who wandered far away and soldiered far away,
G7 C G7 C Am7 G7 F C
Sees leaves are falling and death is calling, and he will fade away, on that dark land.
G7 C G7 C Am7 G7 F C
He called his piper, his trusty piper, and bade him sound a lay, a pi-broach sad to play,
G7 C G7 C Am7 G7 F C
Upon a hillside a Scottish hillside, not on those green hills, of Tyrol.
F C A7 Dm G7 C
Because those green fields are not high-land hills, or the island hills, they're not my land's hills,
F C A7 Dm G7 C G7 C G7
And fair as these, green foreign hills may be, they are not the hills of home.
G7 C G7 C Am7 G7 F C
And now this soldier, this Scottish soldier, who wanders far no more and soldiers far no more,
G7 C G7 C Am7 G7 F C
Now on a hillside, a Scottish hillside, you'll see a piper play, this soldier home.
G7 C G7 C Am7 G7 F C
He's seen the glory, he's told the story, of battles, glorious and deeds victorious,
G7 C G7 C Am7 G7 F C
But he will cease now, he is at peace now, far from these green, hills of Tyrol.
F C A7 Dm G7 C
Because those green fields are not high-land hills, or the island hills, they're not my land's hills,
F C A7 Dm G7 C G7 C G7
And fair as these, green foreign hills may be, they are not the hills of home.
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